The Long Goodbye, Part 3 of 3.

And that's it. I did everything I set out to do. Time to do something else. All y'all got your weekly Spotify playlists now, and I can't rock no Joe Pesci samples behind those.

Cats used to ask me, 'how long you going to do this?'  Until I'm finished.  Like Skeme, I didn't start doing this to be on the radio or DJ a club or work for Complex, I came here to bomb.

Eleven years is enough.  There's 120 mixes up on this site, give or take--I lost count.  It's staying up until I can move it all over to elmattic.com.

I gave you what I gave you.  I made you sway.  I gave you noise.  Lots of noise.

For 11 years, I've clattered by, but this old steel skeleton's outlived its usefulness.  So the El is being torn down.  I dappled the streets with shadows.  I nearly touched the buildings and blotted out the sun.  Things change, and the El is at the end of the line.